&nbp;  Wind hisses passed your ears as you walk through the surprisingly modern ruins of this odd city. A figure comes out from the shadows in front of you in lurched, swift steps.     &nbp;  It hisses angrilly. "How. . .did you get here?! I demand to know!"     &nbp;  You stutter, looking for words. You move your mouth but nothing happens.     &nbp;  "Bah! Mute, you must be, then," it hisses again, and steps completely into the what little light there is.     &nbp;  The figure is merely a twelve year old girl with waist long black hair, which is spotted with a light orange/brown color. Her pants are of tight white leather and her gray blouse hangs loosely over her. "My name is Ophelia. This is Xanthe (Zan-thee), the city of the ancient and lost crystals. I am the guardian here. What do you have to say for yourself?)     &nbp;  You blink abrubtly and open your mouth, but Ophelia cuts you off. "You can explore this city. I will liven it up a bit for you." "Oh thy ancient ice kings and fire demons, thee water queens and sun demonesses, bring thy forth thee dead!"     &nbp;  Everything rumbles slightly for a moment, then everything seems to perk and liven. Dark corners do not seem to exist as huge rays of light shine through the upper crystals and bring eternal light to every crevice of the city.     &nbp;  Doors and windows open as people step out of their shops and stores, placing freshly cooked pies in the open windows, and newly painted signs on their doors. Ophelia smirks a bit. "They're growing slow. They will be old very soon and will depend on me to make them young again." She laughs through a hiss, her eyes flashing a dangerously toxic green.     &nbp;  "Ophelia! There you are, you old goat. I've been looking all over for you!"     &nbp;  She hisses at the new man standing next to her. "It's so annoying that you could be 2935 and not look a day over 12."     &nbp;  "It didn't help in the long run. This is a new visitor here, Dymas. Lead them around Xanthe. I have to go check on my precious."     &nbp;  "Oh, that old vaporeon thing? Viridis?"     &nbp;  Ophelia ignores the man, who's name is obviously Dymas. He looks at you and smiles heartily. "Welcome, stranger. Let me show you around."